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meatball sub - trash colony lyrics

[intro — vincent verrgo]
life is short, drive fast, leave a s*xy corpse
couple dressers held up against a bedroom door
sly cooper hands running jewels from a trinket
the scum, dark moonlight, when he doin’ business

[bridge 1 — nimrod]
twist spliffs with tc, kids miss these mcs
test [?] and stompin’ ya 10 gs
we bent these, you bite these, and freeze ’em like diced meat
and keep a lighter when i strike teams, ya

[bridge 2 — vincent verrgo]
score my adventuring with big black and godspeed
and quit tryna step alongside, sick [?]
gеt back, probably best to watch from a distance
the calling cards dramatizеd cops in an instant

[verse 1 — nimrod]
nine gs, eight gs, six, and then the shake
when i hit a plug i bang no ts and we straight
and he sees that i bake, with vinny v and we face
and he’ll [?] as long as it’s green as the bank, yo
i keep it chilly when i bless in the booth
doing damage to the rest of the dudes, he test truths
i’m the baddest in the city, ain’t no need for that young money
spit as sweet as honey, ‘chops’ll tweet until ‘er thumbs are bl**dy
while i’m cruising on the back of a roach
this ain’t [?] talkin’ ’bout that ash in my throat
kept the pack in my coat, f*ck [?], i’ll triple that
and stick [?] flip my scratch [?] i’m sitting back
slit the track, catch me spittin’ on a boom bap
too fast to max out, i chew stacks of rap clout
chew tags and blast mags with sick [?]
b*tch bads, and f*ck up a honey dip for a quick snack
“yo, this spliff smacks, where the weed at?”
tricks are sl!ck, but they can’t hang, scared to see past
but it’s a loophole, man, these jokers thinking they tough
nim’ll hit ’em with it rough till they shift and it stuck
“what up?”
[verse 2 — vincent verrgo]
force feed apples to inhabitants of eden
hold baphomets, reduce battlements to pieces
take battering rams to gates of the region
bandit hearts bake and sit back in one weekend
can’t compete, b*tch hesitation like kaska
and ain’t their sets depressed to play there past ’em?
you will pray staring at me pulling blades out magma
with your training wheels on, and brains like a lapdog, ay
v keep a green goddess, kief box, chief stock
best lock the weed when he preach spots
b*tch you ain’t pete rock so don’t get involved
you’re the first f*cking kid who went and pulled the alarm
i’m a scourge, count with person, ninja, fables, and yarn
i’m making boolean art, make the cool kids depart
i make medallions shake, address the crowd at my wake
smoke a pound and scorch you out with a vaudeville [?], like;
“peace.”

[outro sample]
y— hah!
haha!
oh my!

- trash colony lyrics

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